Dream File

The day comes to an end,
Heavy eyelids close,
The mind still wrestles sleep though,
As a misty shape swirls and grows.

Conciousness gives way to slumber,
Rapid eye movement ushers in dreams,
Strange adventures await the sleeper,
With many varied themes.

Seems to be the weird ones,
That we remember most,
Imprinted on our minds,
Occasionally, there is a ghost.

Sometimes, of a remembered dream,
That haunts you throughout the day,
Makes you want to tell another, but
It's to embarrasing to say.

Dont you worry about the dreams you have,
They have a part to play,
The subconcious file machine works hard,
To keep your matter grey.